The blame is mine, at least for the affairs beginning, although I had nothing to do with its continuance and I'm still not sure how I feel about that. I need to start by saying that I have never wanted to see my wife with another man nor have I ever wanted her to have affairs. But life sometimes gives you a whole lot of what you do not want.
It started with the death of my wife's Aunt Mildred. Linda had to fly back to Ohio for the funeral, but because of several extremely important projects I was working on, I was unable to get the time off to go with her. Three days after she left my boss informed me that I needed to fly to LA to mollify one of our customers. Because of the extremely short notice the trip presented me with a few problems. I would not have time to arrange to get the dog and cat into a kennel and someone needed to watch the two aquariums. I called Sam, my best friend, and asked him if he could house sit for a day or so. He said he would, I gave him keys to the house and caught my flight to LA. Sam settled in at the house and began babysitting the dog, cat, and fish.
Meanwhile, in Cleveland, Linda attended her aunt's funeral, and the family get together at her uncle's after the services. She spent a short time visiting with her mother and sister and then she caught her flight home - one day earlier than expected. She arrived in Denver at eight-fifteen, retrieved her car from the long-term parking lot and headed for home. She pulled into the drive at home and the first thing she noticed was how dark the house was.
"It wasn't like Ben to go to bed this early", she thought. Well, if he was asleep, too bad. She had been without sex for over a week and she fully intended to get laid tonight, even if it meant waking up Ben.
She quietly let herself into the house, put down her bags, kicked off her shoes, and undressed. Moving as quietly as she could she moved into the bedroom with a wicked smile on her face. Boy, was Ben going to be surprised. She approached the bed. The room had just enough light to show Ben's outline lying on top the covers. Odd, she thought, Ben almost always pulls the covers over himself. Oh well, no matter. It just means I have a better chance at surprising him. Leaning over him she lowered her head, flicked out her tongue, and licked the length of his limp member. It twitched at her touch and as her lips wrapped around the head of the cock she felt it begin to grow.
Sam's eyes came open and for a moment he was confused about where he was. He was supposed to be at Ben's house and he hadn't told his girlfriend where he was going, or had he. He couldn't remember. He must have though, because here she was sucking his cock. How had she gotten in? He was pretty sure he had locked up before going to bed, hadn't he? Well, those were questions he could ask in the morning.
He grabbed her hips and pulled them toward him. She understood immediately what he wanted and she swung herself over him and they settled into a sixty-nine. Just seconds before she had him ready to empty himself down her throat she pulled away, changed positions, and lowered herself onto his cock. She began to ride him, bouncing up and down, her tits swaying in front of his face. He captured one with his mouth and began teasing the nipple with tongue and teeth. She moaned and began to bounce harder and he felt her tremble as she had an orgasm. He felt the explosion boiling out of his balls and he gripped her hips and pulled her hard against him and filled her with his seed. She held herself over him until his cock started to deflate and then she rolled off him, cuddled up next to him and within minutes she was lightly snoring. Moment's later Sam joined her in sleep.
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